Right Above It lyrics

LIL WAYNE - Right Above It Lyrics

Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I¬ím with Marley Gee, bro
Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
And I¬ím tryna tell you something that you prolly should know
This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow
My real friends never hearin¬í from me
Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
That¬ís why I pick and choose, I don¬ít get shit confused
I got a small circle, I¬ím not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views
I got a couple cars I never get to use
Don¬ít like my women single, I like my chicks in twos
And these days all the girls is down to roll
I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the floor
Plus I just sipped and so this shit is movin¬í kinda slow
Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it¬ís time to go

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven¬ís right above it
We on
It¬ís Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain¬ít runnin¬í wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don¬ít bust back, because I shoot first

Meet me on the fresh train
Yes, I¬ím in the building, you just on the list of guest names
And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games
Guns turn you boys into bitches, sex change
And I smoke ¬ítil I got chest pains
And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James
Women all possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
I been fly so long I fell asleep on the p-p-plane
Skinny pants and some Vans
Call me Triple 8, get my advance in advance, amen
As the world spin and dance in my hands
Life is a beach, I¬ím just playin¬í in the sand
Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
You niggas can¬ít see me, but never overlook me
I¬ím on the paper trail, it ain¬ít no tellin¬í where it took me
Yeah, and I ain¬ít a killa, but don¬ít push me

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven¬ís right above it
We on
It¬ís Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain¬ít runnin¬í wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don¬ít bust back, because I shoot first

How do he say what¬ís never said?
Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
Limpin¬í off tour ¬ícause I made more off my second leg
Bird-bi-birdman Junior, eleventh grade
Ball on automatic start
I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
We in the building, niggas in apartments
N-now, c¬ímon, be my blood donor
Flow so nice, she ain¬ít gotta put a rug on her
Do it big, and let the small fall under that
Damn, where you stumbled out?
From where they make gumbo at
Kane got the fuckin¬í beat jumpin¬í like a jumping jack
You know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
Hip-hop, I¬ím the heart of that, bitch, nothin¬í short of that
President Carter, Young Money Democrat

Now tell me how you love it
You know you at the top when only heaven¬ís right above it
We on
It¬ís Young Money, motherfucker
If you ain¬ít runnin¬í wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right

Now somebody show some money in this bitch
And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig?
I got my gun in my boo purse
And I don¬ít bust back, because I shoot first